Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.